Could it be an empty maltesers packet in your pocket or an old bus ticket for the Park’n Ride into Norwich? Nice poem though, liked the cold pokey references. By the way Mick, when might the whole thing ……… never mind.

Tis only my b’leaf in that icy trickster, more pervasive even than politicians, that leads me to believe something has been reaching into your pocketses unannounced, leafing a little surprise and taking a secret something beginning with s.